Jealousy is a modern day ‘Will & Grace’ meets ‘Sex & the City’. It takes you on a journey of two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, as they struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other. This book bends the traditional romance arc and creates a “fromance” – a love affair between two friends. One reviewer stated that I carved out a new sub-genre in this romance novel. The real love story here is between Justin and Heather – they’re soul mates, inseparable and co-dependent. They’re friends without benefits, searching for a partner who can handle the impenetrable bond they share. It’s challenging and frustrating at times, but through it all, they have each other. They battle jealousy, resentment and infidelity from their significant others. They endure tragedy, pain, wild relationships and one night stands before they finally find the happily ever after they deserve.
The situations Justin and Heather encounter are relatable. It’s real life. It’s not sugar coated. And your heart goes out to the both of them, and even to some of the secondary characters in the book who take a back seat to their relationship. Justin and Heather share a loyalty and devotion that few people share. I think we all crave that starry-eyed romance where the other person loves you so much that they would lay down and die for you. And that’s exactly what Justin and Heather have, only they don’t have an amorous relationship. Heather always knew Justin was gay. She wasn’t one of those women who used to have a crush on her gay bff and, since she couldn’t have him in bed, she became his best friend. They grew up next door to each other and were never more than an arms-length apart. She loves him, wholeheartedly and unconditionally and he feels the exact same way about her.
I wrote this book, firstly, because of my love for gay men and the gay bff that I always longed for, but still haven’t found. I think everyone wants to share a close bond with someone who is their “other half” – someone who knows you better than you know yourself. I’m not talking about a lover or a spouse, that’s different. I’m talking about that friendship you had with your best, best friend when you were 6 years old, only the two of you never grew apart. That friendship flourished and grew stronger as you got older. We don’t really share that closeness with our best friends anymore. I think people want that. I think people miss that. Everyone should have someone they can share their deepest, darkest secrets with, who will support you, without judgment, without ridicule, no matter what. Right or wrong, they’re on your side. And, no offense ladies, but there is no one as fiercely loyal as a gay bff.
The other reason I decided to write this book is because male/male romance novels aren’t mainstream. It’s still a subject matter that’s not widely publicized. More frequently we are seeing gay couples featured in prime time television shows and sitcoms, but not in the literary industry. There’s a big market out there for male/male romance and erotic gay romance - just look at all the ebooks for sale on-line. But you’re not going to walk into a major retail book outlet and find books proudly on display that feature a steamy m/m or f/f romance. I wish I could change that. I want to change that.
Neither one of them spoke. The only sound in the room was Justin's breath, deepening with each caress of the silky rose against his bare skin. The flower found its way back to the center of his chest. It made small circles around his nipples, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. His nerve endings were standing on end. They were over sensitized and over stimulated. He was tingling all over. A sweet aroma filled his nostrils. He wrinkled his nose. It was the flower.
"That's it," Tyler whispered. "Let your senses experience the pleasures."
The rose traveled across the nape of Justin’s neck and traced the outline of his collarbone. It ran down his sternum and slowly outlined each one of his ribs. Normally it would have tickled, but this flower was magical. It was a wand filled with delight, bestowing joy and bliss co-mingled with rapture. All of his senses were heightened. They were alive. It was as if he was using them for the first time. He not only felt the flower, but he heard it, as it glided across his skin. The sweet scent of the rose got stronger, or lighter, depending upon its proximity to his nose. The flower jumped to his ankle, floated over his calf and lingered on his thigh. It settled in the area where his thigh met his hip. It felt like a thousand tiny little fingers were igniting his flesh with
sensations of grandeur. Then it was gone. It was no longer touching him. He yearned for it, and silently begged for its return. He lusted for the touch of a flower.
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